tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156005471610047992018-03-06T16:43:30.066+08:00F.L.I.P.Funny Little Island Person's BlogJaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-34248439725901106762012-08-24T16:14:00.003+08:002012-08-24T16:15:02.191+08:00Stitch!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8hIQ28nFDU/UDc3xJByYlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/f3BS9_C0yj4/s1600/IMG_2256r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="375" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8hIQ28nFDU/UDc3xJByYlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/f3BS9_C0yj4/s400/IMG_2256r.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-59694105620880536652012-08-13T01:00:00.001+08:002012-08-13T09:37:23.681+08:00Ariadne<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Gia wanted this watch for quite some time now, she really loves it. Determined to own it, she decided to cut our movie dates, dinners and even simple hangouts (for she’ll never let me pay for everything). She’s counting future paychecks, calculating how long will it take for her to save up for the precious watch. I, being the persistent <i>courter</i>, came up with an evil plan (well not that evil, but it involves me being mean at some point). It can be simple as buying the watch, then gift wrap it and hand it over to her, but where’s the fun in that?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I have to buy the watch without her knowing. She doesn’t even have to know that I’ll go to the mall, she must be 100% clueless about this. This is the hard part because for more than a month now, we see each other almost every day; we know where the other is 24/7. Then I had a wicked idea, I lied. To make it more sinister, I lied to make her anxious, when she asked me where I was and that she wants to see me just before I go home from work, I told her I can’t for I had to go someplace else, that I had to meet up with this girl named “Arya”. She was dismayed, I can feel her disappointment, and it made me feel uneasy, guilty. I can’t stand the fact that I can’t tell her the reason for all this for it will spoil the surprise, and then everything will be for naught. “Everything will be alright soon” I tell myself. So I went to the mall and bought the watch, then on the way home, I gave in, I had to see her, plus knowing the fact that I disappointed her just made me more worried. I stopped by at her place; we talked for a while, her being clueless that her watch is sitting cozily inside my backpack. She asked me who Arya is, I can hear the anxiety on her voice, and I told her more lies. She can’t know that Arya is in fact the name of the watch. (yes, I name stuff)<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">August 11<sup>th</sup>, the day has come. She leaves home early in the morning for her morning shift. That gives me time to leave the gift at her house and have her cousin, Camille, put it on her bed just before she arrives later. Everything seems normal. We go to work, after that we went to my cousin’s place to hang out, in which hang out means afternoon nap, tiring day at work I guess. Then before I take her home, I have to make sure that we’ll go to the mall. The main reason why I had to bring her to the mall is to check up on the watch, which we usually do, checking if the watch is still there. So I made up an excuse, I told her that I wanted to try this milk tea, she bought the trap, and then off we go to the mall. While driving to the mall, she noticed me texting all the time, which I don’t normally do when I’m with her, it annoyed her. Perfect, the more disappointed she is now, the happier she’ll be later. Up until to the mall, I was still busy fiddling with my phone, she’s clueless that I’m actually texting Camille, telling her to prepare the surprise. Again, I can sense her disappointment of my divided attention, but she’s not disappointed enough. And now, the climax of my great deception! I led her to the store, as we enter, she quickly scans the shelves, looking for her beloved watch. It was gone. Somebody must have bought the last piece! Now we all know who that somebody is… the drive home was a sad journey. She instantly saddens every time she remembers <i>her watch</i>. I was having a hard time concealing my laughter and amusement, she notices me, but she only thinks I’m just being a child laughing at her for losing the watch. She has no idea of what I’m really laughing about! There was a slight flaw on my plan, Camille was not at their house at that time, and she won’t be there when we arrive! Thankfully, she asked Gia’s dad in her stead to take the gift from her cabinet to Gia’s bed. What the heck, I don’t even care if her dad sees my cheesiest note attached to the gift as long as everything will go according to plan. And there we were, in front of their house. We bid farewell as she got out of the car. I watched as she disappears as she closed the door. I waited a bit before I turn off the engine, she doesn’t know I was still there. I waited… and then I heard screaming. Mission accomplished. Then I texted her to come out and give me a hug.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsMEhKuRrwM/UCfg7Pw9tnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kY6vzjVB4ZM/s1600/august+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsMEhKuRrwM/UCfg7Pw9tnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kY6vzjVB4ZM/s320/august+11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-90994880614479132222011-07-02T23:31:00.001+08:002011-07-02T23:33:51.429+08:00Blah blah blah after a loooong time<div style="text-align: justify;">What’s up FLIP!!... …. …. Hello? Anyone there? Jeeze, this blog is barren. Anyway, just a quick review of the latest transformers movie. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I’m still thinking if this one’s my favorite of the three, my mind is still unsure if it surpasses the first one. The action was there, awesome effects, funny and all that jazz. I just want to point out something here, and it’s about the “new chick”. I’m not a megan fox fan here, but compared to the “new chick” (which I don’t remember nor noticed her name and her character’s at all-and I can’t even be bothered to look her up in google which only proves how insignificant she is for me) I would say I liked megan fox better. Here’s a simple analogy; so we got megan fox who’s the hotwiring, body bending, decepticon killing chick who leaves a lasting impression-by this I’m referring to my memory of her leaning on bee in transformers 1 and her first scene in transformers 2, yup, the pretending-on-fixing-something-with-the-motorcycle-but-I’m-just-really-doing-this-so-i-can-flaunt-my-digitally-enhanced-killer-body-scene :D’’. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the other hand we got the screaming bitch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you for reading and I hope that I’ll see more of me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-34467214347278835122010-12-31T21:33:00.002+08:002010-12-31T21:34:36.237+08:00Angeles Below I<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The boy who was unfortunate</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ace, a boy who just got out of his teenage years is living a normal, but not so boring life in Angeles City. Details about his life in the world above is not so important, he’s a typical happy go lucky one and twenty years old, let’s leave it at that for a while, the more interesting part is yet to come, and that involves not-so-normal twins, being involved on a wager that puts him on a lose-lose situation, a completely bizarre and twisted, but oddly familiar world and a mallet.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Afternoon, the time Ace usually gets out of bed. The construction going on the neighbor woke him up, he would’ve slept an extra hour but he thought it might take another hour for him to fall back to sleep with all the banging and grinding noise. He’s twenty-one and he still lives at home with his parents, which is pretty much normal, “why would you choose to live alone and feed yourself and pay the bills when you can indulge bumming your ass off under your parent’s roof” he once posted on a social networking site. But there are also inconveniences that come with this certain leisure, although ace is old enough, he is till not allowed to smoke or not allowed to get caught smoking. So everyday, when he wakes up, he’ll walk a few blocks to get to his friend’s house for a smoke. But today, he won’t be reaching his destination. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“There, that one” says Elle.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Strange, why choose him? I thought you would pick someone bigger” Ess replied.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“You’ll need more than muscles to survive below, I’ve seen his dreams and I found him the most suitable amongst the others. Come, let’s invite our guest in”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The twins showed themselves to human eyes, although there are those who saw them magically appeared out of nowhere, they immediately forgot it. Perhaps Ess, with a bit of magic, made them forget, he’s always been the discreet one.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As Ace is walking down a street called Rue De Paree, he noticed a girl and a boy blocking his path, the girl is wearing a shirt too big for her and the boy is wearing a weird costume, but Ace wasn’t bothered by that, kids wear stupid things these days he thought. What made him uncomfortable is that the two are staring at him with intense eyes, eyes that shouldn’t be on children’s faces. Ace tried to ignore them as he passed by, then suddenly the little girls spoke.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Hiya Ace!” she sounded friendly.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ace turned, he was sure he never saw the girl before, nor the boy. He said nothing and walked away.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Hey! I’m talking to you Ace!” Elle shouted.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“How do you know my name? Who are you guys?” Ace impatiently asked.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“He’s my twin brother Ess, and I am called Elle, we’re here to ask you to come with us below” she asked politely.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Huh? Why would I come with you? And what do you mean by below?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Because I need a human for me to win this wager between me and my twin. Oh yeah, I forgot you guys from up here didn’t know about Angeles Below, it’s a world beneath yours, it’s kinda like here but not really… hmmm, it’s hard to explain, we’ll just have to show you”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Are you serious? Jeez! Kids this days! What a freakin wild imagination!” Ace resumed his walk, amazed at the girl’s imagination.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“looks like he didn’t believe you” Ess told his sister.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“well yeah, I kinda expected that, at least I tried asking him politely” Elle replied, she’s now holding a medium sized mallet, still too big for her to wield, nobody knows where it came from, perhaps magic.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Hey Ace!”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ace looked back and saw Elle lifting up a mallet. And that’s the last thing he saw.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-33636776555759246352010-12-25T01:08:00.001+08:002010-12-25T01:12:21.693+08:00Angeles Below<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Prologo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Once upon a time or… in a not so far away land or… in the beginning of our story, on a hot afternoon, Elle, a little creature whom you might mistook as a little human girl, is wandering in a park in Angeles City. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“you’re not suppose to be here.” A voice from behind told her.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“neither do you.” Elle responded without looking back. (she knows no one was there)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“I’m only here because of you, we need to go back” as the voice passed through her, the empty space in front of her was slowly filled with substance that formed into what appears to be a young boy with white long hair who wears something like a priest would wear.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Hi little brother!” says Elle with a cheerful smile.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“we’re twins.” The boy simply whispered.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Elle just laughed and teased her brother with a wink.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Common, we have to go back, there are consequences Elle, people from below will notice” the boy told her.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Relax Ess, the damage was done, we’re already walking the world above. Be calm and try to enjoy the moment. It’s been a long time since we took this form, walk with me my twin.” </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ess walked alongside his sister. He was not calm and he’s not enjoying it. He is worried, but he knows that he can’t convince his sister just yet. Elle was always the one who leads, the more dominant among the two, and as much as Ess hates it, he admits to himself that she was always the “older twin”.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Elle talks.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“it’s nice here, I wish I live here, it’s much more exciting and there is so much to do! T’s much more interesting than below. I like it here, I like the houses, I like their food, I like those fast things made out of metal that carries people and I like the people!”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Humans? I heard from Old Merlisse that humans are not to be trusted, they are not reliable and they are weak and worthless creatures, especially the ones who live here, they don’t even use magic up here.” Replied Ess, sounding unimpressed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Elle said nothing. The twins walked through a field filled with people, there were groups who appear to be dancing, there were three sets of ten men running back and forth passing and throwing a ball around and there are couples who hug and kiss each other, but no one seemed to notice the two individuals walking out in the open. As they reach a huge gazebo with a roof that is shaped like a giant’s hat, Elle turned to her brother and confidently said.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Let’s make a wager, I’ll prove you wrong, I’ll prove to you that people from here have potential, that they are not weak and worthless”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“How are you going to do that?” asked Ess.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“I’m gonna bring one of them with us, to Angeles Below.” She says with a grin.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ess wanted to protest but he hesitated. He simply said.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“It won’t survive”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Oh yes it will my brother, not only that the human will survive, I bet that it’ll find it’s way back here to this world as well” Elle stated with full confidence. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Ha! You will inevitably lose this wager my twin. And what would it be that I’m putting at stake here?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Well if I failed, I’ll have to acknowledge you as my older brother despite of us being twins, thus I would act accordingly. And if I won, you’ll have to continue being the younger twin and do everything that your big sister told you to! You see little brother, you actually don’t have anything to lose here, seeing that you are already my littlest tiny cute baby brother! Hahaha!”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Not for long Elle, the human won’t last a single day below. Have you already picked this poor creature?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“hmm… not yet, not here.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On that note, the twins vanished.</span></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-82492921780570227782010-11-11T19:19:00.003+08:002010-11-11T19:21:12.107+08:00Fanfreakintastic<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifkpoiLIyoo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifkpoiLIyoo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="485" height="385"></embed></object>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-55346959475303760842010-11-05T13:55:00.002+08:002010-11-05T14:00:54.964+08:00From there to here<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">from...</span></div><div><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">THE CLOSER I GET YOU</span></span></span></h1></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">The closer I get to you</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">The more you'll make me see</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">Like giving me all you've got</div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">Your love has captured me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Over and over again</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I'll try to tell myself that we</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Could never be more than friends</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">And all the while inside</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I knew it was real</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">The way you make me feel</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Lying here next to you</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Time just seems to fly</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Needing you more and more</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Let's give love a try</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Sweeter than sweeter love grows</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">And heaven's there for those</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Who fool the tricks of time</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">With the hearts in love you find</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">True love</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">In a special way</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">The closer i get to you</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">The more you'll make me see</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">By giving me all you've got</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Your love has captured me</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Over and over again</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I'll try to tell myself that we</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Could never be more than friends</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">And all the while inside</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I knew it was real</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">The way you make me feel</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">The closer i get to you</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">The more you'll make me see</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">By giving you all i've got</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Your love has captured me</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">to...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Head Over Feet</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">I had no choice but to hear you</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You stated your case time and again</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">I thought about it</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You treat me like I'm a princess</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I'm not used to liking that</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You ask how my day was</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You've already won me over in spite of me</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I couldn't help it</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">It's all your fault</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You're so much braver than I gave you credit for</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">That's not lip service</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You've already won me over in spite of me</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I couldn't help it</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">It's all your fault</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You are the bearer of unconditional things</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You held your breath and the door for me</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Thanks for your patience</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You're the best listener that I've ever met</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You're my best friend</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Best friend with benefits</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">What took me so long</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I've never felt this healthy before</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I've never wanted something rational</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I am aware now</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I am aware now</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">You've already won me over in spite of me</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I couldn't help it</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">It's all your fault</span></div></span></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-91802600588770702892010-08-26T13:08:00.001+08:002010-08-26T13:09:53.983+08:00For the one who got away...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In your life, you meet a lot of people, some you meet just by merely walking past them or some you just had a small talk with while waiting on a long line down at the coffee shop, some you meet when you go to school or work and some people you don’t even know but somehow you saw them somewhere which means for that sole reason they affected your life. Then you have friends, the people you choose to be with, the people who you need not to tell your problems and be there, the people who help you just by being there without them knowing that they are already helping. Then you’ll meet the first person who you think you “love” or perhaps you were truly in love, depends on how you see “love” itself. Then there goes the series of bitter sweet events, your first kiss, your first love, your first heartbreak, the first girl you lost your you-know-what to, and then the one you exchanged vows with, the one who will be there, your soulmate if you will…and ultimately, there is always the one that got away… </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It’s been a long year and a half since I first saw Miss Natasha Maria Marquez Laxa. We were in love, that I am sure of. It may have been love at first sight, or second. She lives in London, and I, here in Philippines, we first saw each other when she was here on a December vacation, then eventually, she needs to go back to London. I’ve never been engaged on a long distance relationship before, or a “long” relationship on that matter. So basically, she was definitely a first. We were so in love, so in love that it’s safe to say that we are crazy in love. Our worlds revolved at each other, she was practically my life and I, hers. We waited for our time, the time when we will finally see each other as lovers. Days felt like months and months felt like years-an unavoidable cliché. That time came and all was perfect. Nothing can bring as apart, nothing’s gonna stop our love struck hearts, nothing… nothing but time, it was a month of happiness, a month of love, but the last day was an inevitable heartbreak. She was gone. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She’s back in London and our journey resumes. I wouldn’t want to write about all the things that we’ve been through, all that will remain, of course personal and private. We had our ups and downs, we had our share of faults and deficiencies but relying on love alone, our love survived a few more months. Love isn’t enough, it never was. Sometimes, even if you do everything in your power to save something, it is never enough. Even if you put your whole life into something, if it’s not for you, then it’s not, simple and cruel as that. I was never the perfect guy for her, I did hurt her, I did something and didn’t do that really wounded her… but I promise to you, my precious readers that I’ve done everything in my power to heal those wounds. But then what was that quote on that lady gaga song? "Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection." And no, just for the record, I didn’t cheat on her. Trust doesn’t solely mean that the other cheated the other. The love was still there, but not as bright as before. I think we will both agree that we had the right love in the right time but in the wrong fucking place. And I guess it’s too much for her to wait for someone that long or perhaps it’s my fault for not being someone worth waiting for. We had our love and now it is gone. We had a wonderful love story but sadly it ended tragically. I want to apologize to the readers for the lack of information written on this note. I hope you respect that I choose to keep some vital peaces private. I don’t even know why the hell I’m writing this. I just think it’s unfair not to end our love story here in FLIP seeing as I shared the first happy chapters. I expect you guys to wish the both of us good luck! And let this story be a collection of advices, lessons and guidance to anyone who is ready to feel the wrath of the cursed Love. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I would like you all flip readers to bear with me for this one very special moment. I ask you to get something, any kind of drink, a cola, coffee, juice or anything you can get out of your kitchen and join me on this final toast… </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">“for the irreplaceable someone who got away”</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*tears and applauses* </span></span></div></span>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-88495937001013229552010-08-25T12:26:00.002+08:002010-08-25T12:30:18.994+08:00Miss Pinay<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fruC_OpMJ8E?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fruC_OpMJ8E?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">you don't get it. miss philippines is just too witty, so intellectual that her answer is a very clever and trivial one. what she did here, is answering the question by doing something that she never did before ergo she created a somewhat "staged" scene in which she did her ONE BIG MISTAKE.</span></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-12050374107434285542010-08-18T20:12:00.003+08:002010-08-18T22:35:52.606+08:00Noise to my ears<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Basically</b>, people <b>basically</b> tend to overuse <b>basically</b> just to <b>basically</b> sound upper class-ish. So <b>literally</b>, if you <b>literally </b>noticed or <b>literally</b> not yet noticed, I’m <b>literally</b> talking about overused words. Don’t you just <b>like</b>, punch someone who <b>like</b> says <b>like</b> too much? Or <b>fucking</b> hit with a <b>fuckin fuck</b> those who <b>fuckin </b>say <b>fucking fuck</b> all the <b>fucking </b>time!? Sorry for <b>ummm</b>… the foul words… coz <b>ummm</b>… it’s just too <b>ummm</b>.. annoying… “<b>um</b>” is in the dictionary right?... <b>ummm</b>. <b>Omg</b>! <b>Omg</b>! Did you know that it’s just plain retarded when you actually say <b>Ow-Ehm-Gee</b>? And people don’t think you’re <b>AWESOME </b>every time you shout <b>AWESOME</b>. I mean <b>seriously</b>! This is just some <b>serious shit</b>. <b>shit</b>! There’s a reason that there are thousands of words in the dictionary. And you spit Webster in the face when you just use a couple of hundreds. I’m not saying I <b>actually</b> know a lot of words. In <b>actuality </b>I don’t, but please, don’t <b>fucking </b>use them over and over. It’s <b>gay</b> but I do tend to overuse words as well. <b>Gay </b>right? I’m sure I missed some if not a lot of overused words but I can’t forgive myself if I forgot to mention the 2nd most irritating overused word these days! <b>Epic</b>! The 1st is <b>Fail</b>. And the bastards are not satisfied with that. They even dared to combine their words from their oh so narrow vocabulary. <b>Epic Fail</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Ironic </b>that the “overuse” word was overused on writing about overused words. oh the <b>irony</b>!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">now read the whole post again, but this time, read it <b>out loud</b>. annoying innit?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-39428619820989300882010-08-12T05:47:00.002+08:002010-08-12T06:06:49.844+08:00Quotes by Sir John Benjamin Narciso<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"True knowledge is not about knowing the answers. It’s when you begin asking the right questions."</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Is palpitating from drinking too much overpriced coffee considered cardio exercise?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"Best thing about your funeral is that you don’t have to prepare a speech." </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"I’m not a girl not yet a woman-gay guy thinking of getting his sex changed."</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>"Reading and writing-the joys of life... not convinced? facebook and texting."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"Ano ang pagkakatulad ng lasing at ng galit? Parehong magaling mag English."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-5278586937335661932010-07-24T05:43:00.002+08:002010-07-24T05:48:59.752+08:00A complaint letter<div style="text-align: justify;">Dear M. Night Shyamalan, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>What have you done with AVATAR!? yes I’m talking about the last air bender. 1st of all, what’s up with the fire nation being YOUR nation!? Common! I have nothing against Indians, and I think Dev Patel is the only decent actor in the movie, seeing as he does have that prince zukoness in him. I’m just saying fire nation should be and forever will be the imperial china type. And you really messed up on the story telling part. Sure it’s hard to make a movie out of the whole first season, but common! You could do better! Look at lord of the rings, a big fat lazy book turned into a phenomenal block buster! Back to the actors, the face of that bald kid is very annoying, and just because he can do those acrobat stuffs, he can already be aang? What’s up with katara and sokka over acting? Are you sure these guys can act? And you suck at making something humorous. The whole cast should have that funny/comical side. You clearly massacred the legend of aang… I’m looking forward to seeing uncle iroh, him being a very likable character, but what did you do? You made him look more sinister than the firelord himself! He is supposed to be a cute fat lovable old man! Jeezz!! It’s like Dragon Ball the movie with more budget. It’s really sad… it’s sad because people who watched the movie without watching the series are surely disappointed. I beg you, please do better with book 2. I know you can. I kind of liked you in the village so I’m still clinging on that little hope that you would do better. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S. make the earth benders look tough! Those earth benders on book 1 looks like poor Chinese guys who live in the bottom of the food chain. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-72567239742864940212010-06-15T06:37:00.007+08:002010-06-15T06:53:52.945+08:00random quotes from random sites. yup, no originals.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>I used to wonder why we kept on drawing pink lines along our streets in manila until I realized maybe we just wanted our streets highlighted on Google Earth.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.</span></div><div><b>Behind every successful man is a surprised woman.</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">What are the three words guaranteed to humiliate men everywhere?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">'Hold my purse.'</span></div><div>What you call dog with no legs? Don't matter what you call him, he ain't gonna come.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>Hard work pays off later. Laziness pays off now!</b></span></div><div>If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">He who laughs last didn't get it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the Up button.</b></span></div><div>Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">better late than pregnant.</span></span></b></div>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-66008301594471295212010-06-11T05:16:00.006+08:002010-06-11T07:22:28.080+08:00i miss writing<div style="text-align: justify;">I miss writing. Okay, I’ll start off by warning you, yeah you, that this post is made up of pure nonsense, a just-for-the-sake-of-posting post. So here I am, typing and typing and typing, let’s call this “Freestyle Blogging” haha!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Random topic 01-SNSD aka Girl’s Generation</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am still hooked to this Korean girl group, I though I’ve already outgrown this i-so-love-this-famous-person-so-im-hoping-that-she’s-gonna-be-mine-someday attitude. But after meeting (knowing about) SNSD, dang! There it goes again, before I know it I’m already day dreaming about me and Jessica (my fav member) having lunch somewhere in Korea with our 12 beautiful half Korean half Filipino kids! So after being obsessed with this group, I started to be obsessed with anything Korean! We love to eat Korean ice cream, (and by we, I meant me and my friends who are deeply in love with SNSD aswell) watch Korean series, listen to K-Pop, go to places where Korean chicks usually/probably go, etc. I know in my heart that someday I will see them in person, but honestly I’m scared, scared that I might faint the moment a lay eyes on them! Oh and I actually met 2 korean girls in the “Korean place”-the name we gave to the place that Korean chicks usually/probably go. Well actually I just had this “lil conversation moment” with them, I didn’t have a lot of choice, their English seemed errghh so yeah, sucks for me. Oh and yeah, my cousin’s girlfriend is fortunately Korean (haha! Fortunately!), and I learned a lot of things about korea thru her. Lemme share them to you, there’s this “Korean age”, basically, it’s just +1 to “normal age”. I think when Koreans are born, they start counting years from 1, not ZERO. Oh yeah! Cool thing-koreans can actually choose their own “English name” so yeah, my friend’s K-name is Hee Jung (forgive me noona if I spelled your name wrong^^), and her E-name is Rachel-which of course she chooses herself. Noona by the way is “big sister” in Korean. Thanks to Rachel noona I learned how to flirt with Koreans! Hahaha! Anyeonghaseyo!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wow, freestyle blogging actually works, didn’t expect I can write this much :D I wanna write more but then I’m kinda sleepy/lazy already so yeah, that’s it for this post. Gotta keep this blog alive.</div><div><br /></div><div>almost forgot the usual eye candy *^^*</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://soshified.com.lg1x1.simplecdn.net/forums/uploads/1272346340/med_gallery_10_1508_234387.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 278px;" src="http://soshified.com.lg1x1.simplecdn.net/forums/uploads/1272346340/med_gallery_10_1508_234387.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-90496403016378807252010-04-20T15:26:00.004+08:002010-04-20T15:37:13.931+08:00Men's Wealth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs499.ash1/27228_382386357442_562412442_4355037_1455719_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 520px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs499.ash1/27228_382386357442_562412442_4355037_1455719_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-50246409387252453662010-04-03T16:29:00.000+08:002010-04-03T16:30:15.533+08:00End of Chapter I.......JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-78900629168745405812010-02-18T23:35:00.012+08:002010-02-19T00:01:01.528+08:00We Are The World<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />this guys have the power to raise a lot of money by just doing something like this, is this too much to ask? why do they wait for a hurricane or an earthquake to raise money for those who needed it? why not do this, say once or twice a year? then in what? 10,20,30--- years time they can change the world one poor country/community at a time. what they do, is simply encouraging us, the not so needy people to give help to those who need them the most, and we get great music while at it.<br /><br />ps is it just me or they sound extra better in this song?JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-49602459477457618182010-01-25T06:20:00.018+08:002012-07-02T15:59:59.543+08:00SNSD still...yeah, well I need to update my current status on my addiction to SNSD. After watching their videos on youtube for at least 2 hours a day for months (could be an understatement-u got the point), I finally decided who’s my favorite, here’s my top three (which doesn’t mean that I hate the others, for the record-I love them all) that comes with an inevitable/mandatory eye candy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">jessica<br /><br /></div><a href="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l265/smackie83/SNSD-Jessica05.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l265/smackie83/SNSD-Jessica05.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 266px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />taeyeon<br /><br /><a href="http://bday.dakodako.net/gal/Tae%20Yeon1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://bday.dakodako.net/gal/Tae%20Yeon1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 421px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sunny<br /><br /><a href="http://img32.picoodle.com/img/img32/3/12/31/f_20080808Newm_67f5f15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://img32.picoodle.com/img/img32/3/12/31/f_20080808Newm_67f5f15.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />not that I assume you care, I just miss writing random things. Oh and yeah, we actually made it, Natasha and I, I mean last January 19ph/18ldn, our relationship just had it’s 1st bday. Hoora! and it's a good year we had, 80% ups, 5% downs, what's left would be neutral:D<br /><br />And for something funny to write… yeah… I got nothing. Stead here’s something to lol about (just for flips who plays dota)<br /><br /><object height="344" width="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGlJICZ35ks&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGlJICZ35ks&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-86258477521726688292009-12-02T14:08:00.002+08:002009-12-02T14:10:45.510+08:00SNSD fever<object width="300" height="344">blogger's currently and possibly forever addicted to SNSD and deeply in love with hyoyeon.<param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-5503458777744722542009-11-04T22:19:00.002+08:002009-11-04T22:27:00.078+08:00Doyle & Cedine III.II<span style="font-weight: bold;">e-mail 2nd</span><br />to: cedineanne7@acdwol.com<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">hey! Please don’t worry about me Cedine! I’m okay, in fact, I feel great. You see, I’m actually on vacation, that’s why I can’t really find a time to write, like I said, I only write when extremely bored! Haha! I’m sorry if you missed me, it’s my fault for not giving you any news bout my sudden disappearance. I’ll get the chance to read your letter when I get back home, it might have been bored and feeling claustrophobic inside my mailbox along with my bills! Hahaha! You got me excited with the mill! I’ll look forward to that! Thanks a lot Cedine!<br /></div><br />-DoyleJaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-15018161757369464422009-11-04T22:06:00.006+08:002009-11-04T22:25:15.243+08:00Doyle & Cedine III.I<span style="font-weight: bold;">e-mail</span><br />to: doyle_lucas@linewmail.com<br /><br />Sir Doyle,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It worries me that you haven’t replied to my letter yet, it’s been 4 weeks since I sent the letter with my sketch of the mill with it, but what troubles me most is that you haven’t been writing lately, I hope you’re alright. I’ll pray that you’ll get back soon. We miss you.<br /></div><br />CedineJaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-45532896774542623772009-11-04T21:51:00.004+08:002009-11-04T22:34:21.330+08:00Doyle & Cedine III<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Letter 3</span><br /></div><br />Sir Doyle,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Good evening/afternoon/morning/early am. I’m very glad you returned my letter. To be honest, I didn’t expect that you would actually send me a letter (not that I think you don’t appreciate your admirers) it’s just that, I don’t want you going to the trouble of writing me one, a simple email will suffice and will be much appreciated at my end, but thank you very much. And please Sir Doyle, do accept compliments, you are being too modest, I do read your works over and over and I’m sure I’m not the only one. I really love your works and it surprised me to learn that those are actually products of cramming! You are really gifted and my praises are well worth it. I can’t believe you’re from Steedshire as well! And yes! I’m happy to give you the good news -the mill still stands! I enclosed a little sketch of mine. I hope you’ll like it, it took me long enough to draw a single mill. Please write more amazing stories!<br /></div><br />CedineJaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-44623466241449402472009-10-09T21:02:00.001+08:002009-10-09T21:30:25.282+08:0037 Questions -p.s. I countedWhy do we live?<br />What is the purpose of living?<br />What happens when we die?<br />Is it like sleeping without dreams?<br />Are we going to be reincarnated?<br />Or perhaps our thoughts, habits, our being be recycled to be used or implanted to another being yet to be born or created for the next generation?<br />Is that the answer why I feel like someone I just met seems familiar?<br />Why do we dream?<br />What is dream? Is dream so different from reality because it’s not made by the elements of reality?<br />What is real?<br />Why is the universe so vast and infinity, yet we’re just able to exist in this tiny fraction of the wholeness of things?<br />Are we alone? I doubt we’re the only ones, such a big sea for a single fish.<br />Is there another world out there?<br />What are their concepts?<br />Perhaps they hold the answer to everything, or perhaps they hold a key for a chest that contains another chest.<br />People have problems, hopes, fears, doubts, defeats, victories, etc. if we look at the big picture, the REAL big picture, will they matter?<br />Is there a supreme being? <br />If there is, when will we understand him?<br />What are his plans?<br />If there is none, then how did all this start?<br />Who made this?<br />What is this?<br />Is technology able to comprehend the mystery of our existence?<br />When will we be able to unlock the door of wisdom?<br />Perhaps faith is necessary?<br />Is there an end to all this?<br />Will someone be responsible?<br />Perhaps the maker? <br />Or an anti-ife?<br />Someone who will turn the lights off, turn the chairs, shove the universe on a box, seal it with duct tape and lock it on a basement and hung a sign that says “closed”?<br />What then?<br />What happen next?<br />Will there be a next saga?<br />Or just a “to be continued” that won’t.<br />Or maybe he’ll just save it on a memory stick then reload when he wishes, and when it does, we won’t notice the difference.<br />How vast and limitless our brain is?<br />How much can we use?<br />How much is wasted?<br />Why am I asking these questions?<br />Am I the only one trying to comprehend such matter?<br />I only know this one fact; we live to learn.JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-73881368828791921402009-09-15T22:19:00.002+08:002009-09-15T22:22:38.802+08:00f*ckn funny :D<object width="300" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEBXl8Oieu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEBXl8Oieu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />(read the sub, blurry, i know, but yeah, t's funny:D)JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915600547161004799.post-55446360056299270992009-08-05T21:34:00.004+08:002009-08-05T22:38:02.360+08:00How to handle strict parents<span style="font-family:verdana;">You have two choices.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">One is to be their dumb obedient dog.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Or</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Read this anti strict parent (ASP) tutorial.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >For all evil parents, evil child and FLIP readers who has nothing else to do. I’m sure a lot can relate, it doesn’t mean you have to actually do what the evil blogger told ya.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Achtung!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This “tutorial” is only temporary, meaning you don’t have to stick to this tactic forever. In time, when you get older or perhaps when you think more maturely, you’ll understand everything, you might even end up being like THEM when you became a parent yourself. So while you are still waiting for your time of enlightenment, try reading and learning from this tutorial. Have fun:)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >The Secret</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You can’t choose your parents, and fair enough, they didn’t choose you neither. But you have the power to mold them the way you want them to be *evil psycho laugh*. You just need to read their behavior, understand how they work, find the gears that keep them going and change what’s needed to be altered. Never fight them; fighting will only lead to unnecessary clashes that won’t solve anything. There’s a more diplomatic yet evil way to handle things (and no, I’m not talking about cleaning the toilet with their toothbrush). Always go with the flow, play their games and make sure you turn the table. Being “plastic” is the key. When their being nice, or when your being soft coz you keep remembering the good times you had with them, don’t let your guard down. Always remember the good’ol wars you had, the hell that they kept raising upon you. I’m sure the bad times will swallow the good times whole without even burping of satisfaction. Always remember the misery they put you thru, and make sure you return the favor, not by rebelling (more on rebelling later) but by making them your own puppets (i cant really teach you how, different parents needs different measures, you just have to know the right tools, this is just a guide, a sneak peek of the big picture). They won’t even know you’re already pulling their strings. Always remember, you are above them, they are JUST your parents, you are the next generation, and you are their future. They’ll need you eventually. Try threatening them that you won’t change their diapers when their old and useless. Hahahha! (I feel like a disturbed kid, writing this post. Lol). Just stay cool, act dominant and observe your evil plan as it goes. </span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Things to remember:</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Don’t fight them, take control of them. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">You don’t need them telling you what and what not to do. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">And your secret weapon… “<span style="font-style: italic;">ang anak, kayang tiisin ang ina, pero ang ina hindi kayang tiisin ang anak.</span>” Translating this in a poetic manner is beyond my ability so I guess I’ll just be simple with it. Basically it means that a child can abandon his/her mother but a mother can never abandon her child. </span></li></ul><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >NEVER</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Never rebel, unless you can already live by yourself (not just live, but live a life better than what they can offer). Rebelling only leads to washing dishes on random diners. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This post is not inspired by the blogger’s own experience. Although at some points, I can relate. The identity of the evil parent behind this post will be remained confidential. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>JaBahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092407874129231849noreply@blogger.com0